Your words weave a flowery tale of care
But for your tone
Your hands caress in motions of concern
But for your touch
Your face tells of the love of a thousand angels
But for your eyes
Your life speaks to your devotion, your doting, your dedication
But for three calls later "I'm busy now, what do you want?"
But for "I'm so tired of you"
But for the truth you're afraid to unleash
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